Enzo
They didn’t talk much on the way to the bedroom.
Lola had tucked herself under Enzo’s arm like she belonged there-
head nestled against his chest, eyes fluttering with exhaustion but still watching him like he might disappear.
He led her gently down the hall, hand at her back, like guiding her into the quiet was something sacred.
Inside the master suite, she didn’t hesitate.
She set her empty champagne flute on the dresser and let the dress fall off one shoulder, then the other, stepping out of it entirely on her way to the bed with ze ro ceremony. No fanfare. No seduction.
Just tired girl energy in lace and confidence.
She flopped sideways across the mattress, groaning softly as she grabbed a pillow and tucked it beneath her chest. “I know it’s probably gross,” she mumbled, “b ut I’m too tired for a shower. You’re just gonna have to live with me crawling into bed like this.”
Enzo blinked. “Gross isn’t the word I’d use.”
He turned toward the ensuite and pulled open the cabinet himself. He knew exactly where the wipes were-
had made sure the housekeepers stocked the shelves with all the things she might need. Had read every bottle and label like his life depended on it.
Because if she ever asked for something–even something small–he never wanted to be the man who couldn’t give it.
When he returned, he held out a pink package of makeup remover wipes.
She stared at it for a beat, brows lifting as she sat up just enough to take them. “You just… had these?”
“I had the staff stock the place,” he said, casual like it was nothing. “Figured I should know what any of it was, in case you needed something and I was the only one here.”
She blinked, visibly stunned.
“That might be the sexiest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
A slow smile tugged at his mouth. “Then I should’ve led with that.”
She wiped at her face as he watched her quietly, watching the transformation as the glitter and smudged liner came away-
one swipe at a time. As if every layer she removed just brought her closer to the version of herself only he got to see.
Real. Unfiltered. Exhausted and still unreasonably beautiful.
He unbuttoned his shirt, toed off his shoes, and slid into the bed beside her-
not touching yet. Just watching. Studying her silhouette like it didn’t quite make sense.
Then, softly, “That deal changed everything.”
Lola met his eyes.
Enzo leaned back on one elbow, exhaling like the weight of the night finally settled. “You gave me back leverage I didn’t think I’d see again. That port—”
-is a power play,” she whispered.
Chapter 58
He nodded. “Exactly. It’s not just real estate–it’s distribution, dominance, visibility. And now it’s clean. Legal. Mine.”
He paused. Then added, voice lower:
“And the men who tried to squeeze me? They’re footing the bill for their own defeat.”
She smiled faintly, eyes sleepy but proud.
“I’m still trying to wrap my head around it,” he said. “You. This. It’s been a week. You weren’t supposed to be in this world, Lola.”
“But now I can’t imagine it without you.”
She shifted closer, resting her cheek against his chest like she’d done it a hundred times.
Enzo closed his eyes for a beat.
“I don’t fall like this,” he said quietly.
“I know,” she murmured.
“I don’t trust like this.”
She didn’t answer. Just curled into him and held tight.
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